Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Monks,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.